I'm a Ravenclaw

You would think I'd have something more interesting to write about since I escaped the Black Hole and went to Houston yesterday. Hello, small town girl in the big city! But that would mean I'd have to describe in full detail the embarrassing amounts of giddiness I experienced upon spending nearly two hours in Barnes & Noble browsing and buying books. Call it a brain orgasm, call it soul therapy, call it a major nerd attack - it's all the same to me. It would also mean relating the extensive conversation I had with a few college friends over lunch. We've been debating the same thing since February: who belongs in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor if we were hypothetically going to school with Harry Potter. I don't know why, but my friends have serious qualms about being Hufflepuffs. The whole conversation was, well, ridiculous, especially for college graduates, and I just wonder if there was some writer listening to us from the next table over and scribbling away. Perhaps, if done correctly, this could all be a rather entertaining piece, but I couldn't quite figure out how to do it today. So, instead, you get to hear about my boring life spent in coffee shops.

I'm sitting in Starbucks (yet again) reading up on other blogs, including I'd Put Out For That and I can't help but notice the irony in the juxtaposition between myself and the woman across from me. She's obviously a Pentecostal young woman, and she's diligently reading her Bible with golden edged pages. I watched her pray before she consumed her chocolate chip cookie. Yet, here I am reading about all the silly things people (aka my friends) would put out for and giggling away. I'm not sure this woman would find the blog nearly as funny.

It's ridiculous how much of my life lately is spent in coffee shops. I'd like to say I people watch most of the time like a true writer, but that would be a lie. I usually tune everything out with my headphones because I can't stand the noise of the blenders. You would think Starbucks would come up with some sort of muffler for those things. I used to want to write a book titled something like Coffee Shop Ramblings, detailing weird conversations I overhear whilst sitting in coffee shops. Perhaps it's an invasion of privacy anyway, but it doesn't matter because I've realized that most people in coffee shops annoy me.

I spent a total of 6 hours in 2 different coffee shops today. In the first, there was an overly friendly middle-aged guy at the table behind me who was continuously trying to have a conversation with me even though I was obviously writing and had my back to him. Then, in Starbucks, there is the obnoxiously loud business man with the nasally voice and the 23-year-old girl bragging to anybody who will listen about how she's memorizing the Barista manual to be a Barista...at another coffee house. Not to mention, the Pentecostal woman is now discussing her divorce and remarriage (scandal!) with a church elder. And while this is all very interesting perhaps for one of my rants about society, they do not make for a good novel. Except for perhaps the Pentecostal scandal - that could work somehow...